I'm going back to bed in a minute, but I'm kind of spiraly.

I went away this weekend for the first time - I've never been away from my kids and my H before. I think because no one kept me safe when I was little, keeping my kids safe is a HUGE DEAL to me. I try to give them freedom, but I ALWAYS have an eye on them, even if it's from afar. I mean, I homeschool (for other reasons than the safety, but it helps), so we are always together. It's terrifying for me to leave them for any reason, so it was a huge, giant deal that I did this this weekend. I LEFT TOWN! I was able to go and have fun and not worry and it felt (feels) like a really big turning point for me.

T getting hurt is like a snap back to reality. Like...see? No one is safe! Ugh, it feels so discouraging and scary.

I want T to be okay. I feel sad and scared.